Jug

he prayed and pleaded

and went on his toes

folded his hands

narrated his woes

their voices were rough

and ears all deaf

"Why should we care?

Their cries are all fake."

his demand was simple

just a jug of water

to quench his thirst

and his die-hard labour

the crops had dried

his dreams were dead

"Just go out from here,

the game starts," they said

the field so green

and stadium bright

he cursed his fate

being a farmer wasn't right

he continued to beg

for the jug of water

his wails lost

amidst sports and stars

This 99 word fiction is shared with Blogging from A to Z April Challenge - J.